I Love You, Hermione,” Said Ron.

Look, Why Don't You Go Talk To Ron About All This?" Harry Asked. "well, I Would, But He's Always Asleep When I Go And See Him!" Said Lavender Fretfully. "is He?" Said Harry, Surprised, For He Had Found Ron Perfectly Alert Every Time He Had Been Up To The Hospital Wing.

Hermione Drew Herself To Her Full Height; Her Eyes Were Narrowed And Her Hair Seemed To Crackle With Electricity. "no," She Said, Her Voice Quivering With Anger, "but I Will Write To Your Mother.

Writing For Me Is A Kind Of Compulsion, So I Don't Think Anyone Could Have Made Me Do It, Or Prevented Me From Doing It.

Bad News, Harry. I've Just Been To See Professor Mcgonagall About The Firebolt. She – Er, Got A Bit Shirty With Me. Told Me I'd Got My Priorities Wrong. Seemed To Think I Cared More About Winning The Cup Than I Do About Staying Alive. Just Because I Told Her I Didn't Care If It Threw You Off, As Long As You Caught The Snitch First.

Holey? You Have The The Whole World Of Ear-related Humor Before You, You Go For Holey?